Gemotions

The half-finished painting lay abandoned in the studio. He’d promised Leo they’d finish it together, a project they'd discussed for months. Now, with Leo gone, the canvas stared back at him, a blank, judgmental eye.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he'd picked up. He thought about all the hours wasted, all the conversations postponed. He'd been selfish, consumed by his own creative struggles.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he’d failed his friend, that he’d allowed the distance between them to grow, not just in miles, but in spirit. He stared at the canvas once more, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek.